Gale force winds here on Saturday. Rick refused to go outside, he didn’t like the noise. He missed a visit from a neighbour’s chicken. Paul managed to shoosh it back through a hole in the hedge.
A few more pictures have been hung. Today I roasted a chicken (not the neighbour's) and made apple crumble. Tomorrow I might make an apple cake. I’m turning into a Lincolnshire housewife.
Ha! It looks like one of my chickens! I'd wondered where she got to! ;) -Jenn
ReplyDeleteI was looking for the eggs!
DeleteYes, the wind looked terrible. you are sounding quite settled which is great. It was a big decision.
ReplyDeleteYes, it was quite an upheavel. We have no regrets - yet!
DeleteHot and windy here yesterday (Sunday), and rain today. It look more like Paul's saying "Come to Daddy"; roasted Chicken you say?
ReplyDeleteI like my chickens ready drawn and plucked!
DeleteChicken In = Dog Out. You have been warned! Where we stayed the other week (again) they remembered that our dog's middle name in Houdini.
ReplyDeleteThat's what Paul is worried about. Lots of gaps to fill in.
DeleteI saw the photo and thought that you had got chickens very quickly after moving in. I then read on and saw that it isn't so. I have 12 chickens, 3 regular bantam size and 9 seramas which are the smallest chickens in the world (about pigeon size) all feather types and all different colours. I keep my girls in a very secure run. Paul did well to manage to get the chicken back to her garden.
ReplyDeleteApple cake sounds lovely.
I'm a bit worried about what would happen if Rick came face to face with a chicken.
DeleteSounds like you swapped one kitchen for another.
ReplyDeletePretty much. A kitchen is the heart of the home for me.
DeleteI have heard of horse whisperers but not chicken worshippers. Paul seems to be paying homage to the Hen Goddess. Is that you?
ReplyDeleteNo, I'm just an ordinary goddess.
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